latent syndrome

Chapter 94
Almost a week passed.

Liszt's injury has healed a lot. When the power is exhausted and the power is forcibly drawn from a different space, the original source will be injured, and the recovery will be relatively slow, but as long as he is not dead or suffers irreversible damage , At most, it only takes a month to recover.

Inside the tavern in the Santa Maria district.

Eugene felt that he was being tricked, because the place Liszt made an appointment to meet turned out to be the attached bar of the high-end hotel where he lived, and he had driven for a long time to get here, and all he had to do was get on the elevator and press a button.

She showed contempt for Liszt's middle finger, and opened a bottle of good wine worth [-] Union coins, and let Liszt pay for it, even though she hated drinking this kind of wine.

Liszt: "..."

Although it was said to be a meeting between the four-person team, Colin and Heller did not arrive. Heller's phone could not be reached at all, and Colin had no one to answer.

Although they have faced life and death together, this is not a friendship for the infected, which makes Liszt worry about the trust between the teams, especially Heller, who feels that he is a ticking time bomb, if Gray insisted on asking , Liszt will not fight with him.

In addition, Irina also needs to discuss some things with Colin. Regarding research, considering Colin's current strength, he has to adopt a gentle strategy.

"You look fine."

Liszt has completely changed his view of Eugene. This is a rather terrifying woman. Maybe she has already used her ability on her out of interest, but she didn't notice it at all. She only thought it was still in the real world, but in fact she was already in an illusion , as long as she wanted, she could even guide herself out the door, but she actually went to the window, fell directly from here, and fell to pieces.

"When is the weather bad for me?"

It's not that there's anything wrong with this sentence, it's just that Eugene is purely prejudiced against it.

"It's just flattery, it obviously worked when I said it last time, um... a new question has arisen, what should I say next time, you can tell me what you want to hear, and the reason for hearing this sentence Timing, I can make a table for one-to-one correspondence, so that all future communication problems will be transformed into a solved problem."

Liszt took out a small notebook from his pocket, pressed the ballpoint pen, and it popped out with a click.

"I like to hear you say that I'm a fool, you know?"

Eugene also said solemnly.

"Hmm... Does insulting make you happy..."

Liszt showed an unbelievable expression, which he recorded down.

"It's not that I'm an idiot...it's you, yourself!"

Eugene was going crazy.

At this moment, Liszt's cell phone rang, which was the default ringtone without emotion at all, and the caller ID was Agent Colin.

Eugene was speechless. As expected of Liszt, the notes are so formal.

Liszt answered the phone, and after Colin said a few words, his facial expression changed drastically, and his breathing became much heavier. He didn't dare to hesitate for a second, and immediately hung up.

There was cold sweat on his forehead.

"what happened?"

Eugene was a little frightened, what did Colin say?It actually made this pervert a little panicked.

"SCT has obtained the mayor's itinerary. The mayor will fly back to Los Angeles today. SCT has hijacked a plane and is preparing to crash."

Liszt didn't dare to neglect the slightest, staring at the sky outside, while talking, he dialed the phone to Gray.

Eugene froze in place, since SCT entered Los Angeles for so long, they finally...

It's getting real.

Because it is an attached bar of a top hotel, the floor is very high, on the 60th floor, you can overlook the scenery of Los Angeles, and watch the sky more comprehensively.

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In Shusk District, a slaughterhouse that employs low-cost illegal immigrants.

One of the directors of this industry welcomed a particularly important client today and made a request for acquisition from the slaughterhouse.

Although the slaughterhouse has been making good profits so far, and there are no serious problems except for a few problems with the workers, it has dealt with the Immigration Bureau and it is running without any problems.

Originally, there was no reason to transfer, but today the customer's acquisition price is too high.

"May I ask if there is anything we can do for you so that the handover can be made quickly."

The director rubbed his hands and asked, although the bald heads standing behind him were somewhat disturbing, but it is normal for a person of this status to have several bodyguards.

"I need a transportation network that can transport the food here... no, the meat, secretly transport it to some places, and finally buy some air-drying machines."

Di Yu believes that although it is better to outsource this kind of thing, it must be under his own control to make people feel at ease.

Transport network, stealth...

The director couldn't imagine what this man was going to do.

"Your facilities are very complete, from breeding to slaughtering, processing and sorting are very professional. As long as these two points are achieved, I can add an additional purchase price of 200 million yuan, and the contract will be signed immediately."

Di Yu said.

"This...maybe a little difficult."

The director retreated a little. Although it was just an intuition, he felt that this man was trying to initiate some kind of movement. After getting involved, it would not only be a simple matter of money, but he would even be imprisoned.

Di Yu's expression darkened instantly, sensing his thoughts, and said, "What do you think of the testicular cancer mutual aid society?"

In fact, Di Yu is very satisfied with this slaughterhouse, even if he uses force, he will take it away.

"I don't know much about these..."

The director was sloppy, and had the urge to see off the guests, but looked at the robot-like bald heads behind him, and couldn't make a sound.

"Do you know that the world is like a balance?"

"If we rank chaos and order on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 represents the most chaotic, which is of course not good, and 10 represents the most orderly, but that is some kind of totalitarianism, so the position of 5 and 6 is more ideal of."

"What do you think of the world we live in, what's the number?"

Director Di Kuo helped pick up a pig hair from his suit, and blew it away. They stood on the flyover in the breeding area, overlooking thousands of fat pigs below.

"Seven, I guess."

the director replied.

"Yes, have you ever heard of gene editing technology? Modern technology can even edit human DNA."

"Appearance, IQ, can all be edited."

"If this technology matures, I think it needs to be paid for. Rich people will be stronger and smarter, and poor people will be thinner and stupider."

"Actually, it's all right now. TV, media, the Internet, family of origin, you know, the soul can already be edited."

"The problem is that almost everyone has a similar standard of judgment, even poor people think so, obviously in a different environment, what caused it."

"I thought about it for a very long time, and finally realized it."

"They don't even know they're suffering as long as they're not given a yardstick to measure against."

Di Yu took out a pistol from his pocket.

The director was already frightened, his legs were shaking.

"Look below, these guys in captivity rank pain and happiness on a scale of 1 to 10, which number do you think they live in."

Di Yu smiled and asked very politely.

"1... well, I guess."

The director replied tremblingly.

step by step.

Without warning, Di Kuo started to go crazy, pointed his pistol at the director's head, and yelled, "Don't guess! I want an exact number! A completely exact number!"

The director fell to his knees and immediately begged for mercy. He began to cry and replied in horror: "1! It's 1!"

After hearing this answer.

Di Yu calmed down slowly, and said, "It's just that you think so."

He pinched his chin and pondered for a while, then continued to add: "They don't think so, you see...they didn't want to escape like crazy, without any anxiety, without any fear, just crawling peacefully by the side of the trough. Eating feed."

"They have no idea that they're just..."

"Pigs waiting to be slaughtered."

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In the high-rise hotel, Liszt and Eugene were completely stunned, with Purgatory reflected in their eyes, and looked at the horrific scene in the sky outside through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

Pass through quickly with the howling sound.

Accompanied by the shocking loud noise shaking the glass of the entire city, the dazzling flames heralded the ultimate ominous.

two planes.

Just like that, it collided, causing an explosion, and the flaming wreckage began to crash, and the city was filled with screams of the people and the uneasy honking of the rolling traffic.

Oxygen is exciting.

At an altitude of about [-] meters, the plane was hit and was about to crash, and the oxygen mask popped out.

The fool wears it, thinking its meaning is to keep himself alive.

The wise man has already noticed that only by inhaling oxygen can he have the courage to accept the fact that he is about to die.

(End of this chapter)